Wealth

Psychopaths and CEOs
priests and politicians
liars wars for profit cause
this is the situation
people dying in the street
freezing in winter’s cold
they could all be easy saved
if we gave a fuck

I’m calling down the red flag song
eight billion of us losing but not for long
we’re setting up the guillotines
we’re coming for revenge
we’re sick to fuck of you telling us our ends

Sociopathic businessman
with fancy clothes and house
stripping people of their cash
and taking food from mouths
he ain’t ever cared
if you had enough to eat
he ain’t never worried
about where you might sleep

I’m calling down the red flag song
eight billion of us losing but not for long
we’re setting up the guillotines
we’re coming for revenge
we’re sick to fuck of you telling us our ends

1%

I’m a screaming siren
And a call to revolution
Nothing evolution can hold back this rage

People dying in the streets
People praying in the pews
That those others will not be saved

I’m a call to arms
And a guillotine cut
Nothing but a good time
When the 1% are fucked

People dying from need
Of basic help and belief
When the time comes you are next

If you cannot pay the rent
Or struggle for food
Freedom is concept you already lose

I’m a call to arms
And a guillotine cut
Nothing but a good time
When the 1% are fucked

(spoken)
I’m a fury rising from the sand
A lucifer to bring the flame
A cry at night impassioned flight
This is not what we should be

I’m a call to arms
And a guillotine cut
Nothing but a good time
When the 1% are fucked

If you’re hearing my call
And you do nothing at all
You are the problem, you’re nothing at all

If you think some liberal shit
Will solve all of it
You are the problem, you’re nothing at all

I’m a call to arms
And a guillotine cut
Nothing but a good time
When the 1% are fucked

Nothing short of revolution
Will make a constitution
Nothing ain’t worth nothing if you won’t fight for it

Hiding in your house
Like a frightened tiny mouse
Won’t make nothing change as we see

I’m a call to arms
And a guillotine cut
Nothing but a good time
When the 1% are fucked

I’m a call to arms
(let me hold you to me)
A guillotine cut
(let it run right through me)
Nothing but a good time
(let it be the rhyme)
when the 1% are fucked
(let’s make it all time)

Crackle

I rise in the pre-dawn hour before the faintest light
the darkness brings strange shapes to familiar forms
and I am the stranger in this town
Sewers run atop the streets and roads unseen
the crass reminders of unequal distribution and
entrenched power
I can rail against this shit all day
the misogyny and racism, the transphobia and hate
but I’m preaching to the converted
or the vulnerable
and I want to fuck you or just hold you close
Shimmering violence decades renounced
but words have power too
the trees find monstrous forms in the gloom
I will not be a part of this romance
I cannot ever take that chance
I will scream, I will defy, I will do anything I can
but I am impotent against the world
Like a cock-soft motherfucker with delusions of porn
and the worship of war
seeing people as either enemies or potential non-consensual
fuckmates — and I want no part of either
and unable to discern between the two
It’s all exquisite taste and fucking lies
Writhing in shit and bile
And rape and violence and macho insecurity
I want for nothing in the pre-dawn hour
One foot follows another
This is what I do
I walk
I tread
The soles of my shoes wear thin in endless steps
I think of you and how I would like to
Hold you/fuck you/cry into your breast
Laugh at myself
Laugh
La fin

Convulse

It’s hard to hear through the static
the radio tuned to a dead station
and people who can’t tell the difference between
Fucking and fighting
in bedrooms and alleyways
until they settle for a passionless toil
defiant screams becoming despairing sobs
and people are drowning in the shit that flows
through airwaves and streets as they buy-buy-buy
consuming planned obsolescence
and obedience
more obscene than words or naked forms
could ever hope to be
They’re staring at the sun and burning out their eyes
while their souls are cloistered and closed
don’t wear that shirt because it will offend
but don’t go naked either
only rocking the boat can save
the ones who cling fragile to the edges